The Works of Charles Lamb: With a Sketch of His Life and Final Memorials, Volume 2Harper, 1855 |
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... Widford in Hertfordshire . Rosamund , in her thirteenth year , was left destitute , with- out fortune or friends : she went with her grandmother . In all this time she had served her faithfully and lovingly . Old Margaret Gray , when ...
... Widford in Hertfordshire . Rosamund , in her thirteenth year , was left destitute , with- out fortune or friends : she went with her grandmother . In all this time she had served her faithfully and lovingly . Old Margaret Gray , when ...
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... Widford . He met her by chance one day , carrying a pitcher in her hand , which she had been filling from a neighbouring well- the pitcher was heavy , and she seemed to be bending with its weight . Allan insisted on carrying it for her ...
... Widford . He met her by chance one day , carrying a pitcher in her hand , which she had been filling from a neighbouring well- the pitcher was heavy , and she seemed to be bending with its weight . Allan insisted on carrying it for her ...
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... Widford , previous to his departure the next morning for Edinburgh Uni- versity . It was Allan's bosom friend - they had not met for some months -- and it was probable a much longer time must inter- vene before they should meet again ...
... Widford , previous to his departure the next morning for Edinburgh Uni- versity . It was Allan's bosom friend - they had not met for some months -- and it was probable a much longer time must inter- vene before they should meet again ...
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... Widford , July the — , 17— . HEALTH , Innocence , and Beauty shall be thy bridemaids , my sweet cousin . I have no heart to undertake the office . Alas ! what have I to do in the house of feasting ? Maria ! 1 fear lest my griefs should ...
... Widford , July the — , 17— . HEALTH , Innocence , and Beauty shall be thy bridemaids , my sweet cousin . I have no heart to undertake the office . Alas ! what have I to do in the house of feasting ? Maria ! 1 fear lest my griefs should ...
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... Widford . A month or two ago I had been busying myself in drawing up the above narrative , intending to make it public . The employment had forced my mind to dwell upon facts , which had begun to fade from it - the memory of old times ...
... Widford . A month or two ago I had been busying myself in drawing up the above narrative , intending to make it public . The employment had forced my mind to dwell upon facts , which had begun to fade from it - the memory of old times ...
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Page 82 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 98 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 217 - When all is done (he concludes), human life is at the greatest and the best but like a froward child, that must be played with, and humoured a little, to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Page 229 - I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness ? The last line of this poem is a little obscured by transposition.
Page 482 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 98 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
Page 139 - He is all neighbours' fare. I am one of those who freely and ungrudgingly impart a share of the good things of this life which fall to their lot (few as mine are in this kind) to a friend. I protest I take as great an interest in my friend's pleasures, his relishes, and proper satisfactions, as in mine own. "Presents," I often say, "endear Absents...
Page 135 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
Page 98 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 158 - Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain: Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove.